Alex - Poem by Liza Sud
Alex, your poems - always on the edge,
and that's why so painfully they wound,
and all the time are- over-over death
and keep my soul - so tightly bound.
And to my death - they never let me go,
Saint Spirit - over force - inspire me.
I always want to listen to Alyosha,
forever want him - in my soul - to be!
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